I hope new followers know I write one-shot smut like once every blue moon. I’ll gather them into a NSFW list for easy pickins in the next day or so.
Anywho, most all of my fic is on my AO3. Majority Kimani Trevelyan x Iron Bull, but I started writing for Mass Effect and that’s also on there. ME fic is also available here. I just started an DAI AU focused on Bull’s decision in his personal quest as well, here. So there’s plenty of stuff if you’re here for fic.
I’m glad we’re all together in sin, in any case. Enjoy ya stay.
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The fire had completely enveloped Drul, and as he felt
his mind being literally torn apart, he also found he wasn’t running out of
energy. Hell, he was gaining it. The claws on his fingers shortened to their
normal length, and he groaned as his fangs returned to what they were. He
pictured what he used to look like, wanting to go back to that, yet it had been
Just do your best.
He began to feel that familiar dull ache in the back
of his head. Yes!! It’s working! The rush of excitement that provided him only
made him fall back to the ground as the fire then split completely, the
saturation of the red deepening, while the pale opacity of the white flame
returning back to it’s former color. The two, instead of mixing together, now
swirled violently around him and through him, coexisting instead of blending.
It was only when the flames died down one hundred
percent did Drul finally get up, coughing as he had been lying on his stomach
for that whole ordeal. He didn’t feel weak, tired, or anything…
He felt like himself.
The still-bloodstained demon blinked once, tears still
streaming down his face as he looked at his best friend, at the love of his
life, and genuinely smiled for the first time since he left.
“It… worked..” He breathed.
Having watched Drul undergo that transformation many times before, Wit was used to the trapezoid’s reactions during the change. But not this time. Too much was at stake as he kept his eyes on Drul, a hand absentmindedly going to Byne’s shoulder, as if to reassure her that it would be okay. But was it maybe to reassure himself as well?
A knuckle on his other hand found it’s way in Wit’s mouth as he gnawed the skin nearly raw with nervous teeth. It was harder to witness the implementation this
time around, telling himself over and over again that Drul would be okay. But
Drul’s tears, his cries–this time, it hurt Wit more to watch compared to any
previous occurrence, because there was still a chance this wouldn’t work out.
But once Drul stood, Wit sensed that familiar energy
again, stronger and stable. Tears of relief? Joy? Sheer bliss flowed down Wit’s
cheeks as he saw that favorite smile of his.
Drul was back. And Wit was ready to throw his arms
around his best friend, whom he waited so long to see…for whom he’d wait an
But…Wit looked back at Byne. And one thought seemed
to overcome everything else as Wit’s smiled reflected Drul’s.
“Welcome home, Drul. We missed you.”
And as he said that, Wit’s grip tightened on Byne’s
shoulder, pulling her forward and intentionally pushing her in between Drul’s
arms and against his chest.
Wit already had a hug from Drul. It was Byne’s turn
now, and that goofy goober grin on Wit only grew wider. He felt at peace to see
his two favorite people together again after so long.
Drul was mended. Only one thing was left to be mended,
and that was Byne’s heart.
Byne’s cold defenses finally chipped away as Drul
shouted and screamed through his transformation. Because this time, there was
cause for pity, for concern. It was finally truly Drul who was experiencing
Apprehension filled the air as Byne almost stepped
forward into those flames. It had to work. She was sure it was going to work…
And it did.
Drul rose from the floor, looking much like his old
self, and Byne was left speechless.
Before she had time to process anything, she felt a
shove forwards, and let out a small gasp as she was suddenly in his arms,
Drul’s arms and she looked up at that face she knew and loved.
She didn’t say anything - she couldn’t, there was such
a large and heavy block in her chest. But as she looked up into his eyes (those
which were so familiar - not those jagged slits from before) tears started to
form in her own.
Her crying was soft - nearly silent - mellowed from
three months of restraint. But no more. Those dulled aches of longing, the
heartbreak, the shattered trust… it could all finally be washed away.
Byne brought up her arms to hold Drul close, pressing
her head against his chest as she took in heavy shuddering breaths.
“…I missed you so
He thought he had finally had a reign in on his flying
emotions, until he saw Wit (that sneaky bulb) gently shove Byne straight into
him. He caught her, holding her tight as he looked down into her tearful eyes.
I really am back…
He wanted to say that he was always there, but the
demon figured it would only ruin whatever precious moment they had at this
point. He buried his face in her hair, drawing her in closer as he lost all
grip on any attempt of holding back the flood of tears.
His soft cries were partially interrupted by his
laughter, full of joy at being able to hold her again.
“I missed you too, Byne… So, so much.”
He brought himself to look up at Wit, smiling through
his tears, and leaned forward to pull in his best friend for a long overdue
embrace. It suddenly became a very long, highly emotional group hug of three,
and Drul couldn’t have been happier.
Wit tried to wipe away the waterfall of tears as they
poured down his cheeks upon watching this heartfelt reunion. His joy was only
matched by a quivering lip and trembling hands–calming down from the tension
of the situation. It was over.
Drul was back.
And the green demon couldn’t be happier for his best
friend and his beloved, hands wet from the overflowing tears as he smiled back
to Drul. The bulb was about to walk away and let the two have their moment but
Wit found himself pulled into an embrace as he joined the group hug.
For the first time in a long while, all their hearts
were beating together, their tears and smiles full of joy and reflecting each
other’s happiness. Their energies danced around one another in unison, nothing
but pure relief and bliss filling the atmosphere.
It didn’t take long at all for Drul’s home to be
filled with love and laughter once again.
Hello Tumblr~! I just wanted to share with you this beautifull thing I have made by Fuki_ink It means world to me. Every single thing in this tattoo is important to me somehow. I dont have to say how much I love this piece of art!It’s gonna stay with me to the end of my days and I’m very happy about that.